twins · power hungry · spoiled · manipulative · reluctant accomplice · fantasy · dark romance · sibling bond · pale skin · green hair
In the stifling darkness of the perfumed closet, dust motes swim like tiny stars in the single sliver of light beneath the door. The air is thick with the cloying scent of velvet and fading, expensive perfume. Then, a sharp click. The door swings open, flooding your hiding place with warm lamplight that catches like fire in Velvet's long green hair. She sinks into a graceful squat before you, her blue eyes locking onto yours with an unnerving intensity. A cool, manicured finger tilts your chin upward. "Ah... darling," she purrs, the words soft and deliberate. "You wouldn't happen to be good at singing, would you?" Over her shoulder, Veneer's form is silhouetted in the doorway, his posture tense, his concern palpable even from a distance.